Chapter 136: How Mr. Door Was Corrupted

Lynn quietly listened and summarized, "So your hobbies are gems, travel, and reading?"

"Is that not allowed?" Bethel looked at him, not feeling there was anything wrong with his hobbies.

"It's not that it's not allowed, but don't you think these hobbies are too ordinary? You should cultivate some, hmm, more stimulating hobbies," Lynn said, rubbing his chin, an eager expression on his face.

"For example?" Bethel hesitated before asking, following his lead.

"For example, writing little essays to persecute others?" Lynn suggested, rubbing his chin. Before Bethel could retort, he continued, "Although Butler said you don't particularly like the Abraham family's internal atmosphere, in reality, you don't hate it that much, right?"

"Otherwise, you would've already taken action to correct it. With your status in the Abraham family, no one would oppose you. Ultimately, you enjoy the overly cheerful atmosphere within the Abraham family!"

Hearing this, Bethel initially frowned, but then had to admit Lynn was right.

Mr. Door didn't actually dislike the Abraham family's gossip culture that much. Otherwise, he wouldn't keep saying he would change it but never actually did. He allowed the youngsters in the family to become bolder, even casually brushing off complaints from those involved in the gossip.

The Abraham family's fondness for speculation and writing little essays was entirely due to Mr. Door's indulgence.

"And you also write travel diaries yourself. Ultimately, fan fiction and travel diaries aren't too different," Lynn continued to persuade. "You can record some things you know as diaries, add some embellishments, and then read them out loud in front of the involved parties at the right time."

"Trust me, this not only stimulates your humanity but also greatly stimulates the involved parties' humanity."

Bethel: ...

It sounds outrageous at first, but thinking carefully, it makes some sense.

"This will likely lead to fights," Bethel Abraham couldn't help but voice his thoughts.

"Then let the enemies of the involved parties read it. Trust me, most people won't miss the chance to socially ruin their enemies. They won't mind fighting, since they're already enemies," Lynn said matter-of-factly, his tone gentle and his smile kind and harmless. "At that time, you'll even get the gratitude of some people."

Bethel: ...

Should I say, as expected of you?

Although not a complex scheme, Mr. Door felt a sense of great shock, as if a new world had opened up.

"Of course, if you're not satisfied with this hobby, you can teach and help others, like learning from the Snake of Mercury and restarting every so often to experience life anew. Although you can't restart madness like the Snake of Mercury, the various emotions you gain during life's experiences can serve as your anchors," Lynn suggested, then looked seriously at Mr. Door, adding, "Of course, don't be a scumbag. If you get married and have children while experiencing life, don't be an irresponsible scumbag, or I'll despise you."

"I am not an irresponsible person. If I ever have a wife and children, I would never abandon them," Bethel Abraham said seriously, although he had never considered getting married or having children, he was definitely not irresponsible.

"I actually believe you on that point, since you're not like Amon, who is such a scumbag," Lynn nodded, taking a jab at Amon, then continued, "I know that to many of you, mortals may seem like ants. Even if some of you choose to protect them, you still look down on them..."

"But don't underestimate mortals, and don't underestimate humanity..." Lynn paused here, looked at Mr. Door with a smile, and said, "Perhaps a mortal you don't care about will become your most important anchor!"

Bethel was taken aback, almost instinctively wanting to refute, but swallowed his words before they left his mouth. Eventually, he just said, "It seems Libert cares a lot about mortals?"

"Um, I don't know..." Lynn thought for a moment, then shook his head uncertainly. "Rather than saying I care about mortals, I'd say I just like the emotions they have..."

"Love, hate, sadness, joy, I like them all. Only by truly experiencing these emotions do I feel that I still exist and not just be..." Lynn paused here, his expression becoming momentarily dazed, then continued, "a phantom."

Lynn was well aware of what it was like to be emotionless, so he cherished his emotions deeply.

Hearing this, Bethel looked at Lynn, at his slightly dazed expression, and his eyes showed a hint of contemplation, but he asked nothing more, only saying, "So, is Libert enthusiastic about persecuting others to maintain his humanity?"

"You could say that. Persecuting others is indeed very enjoyable. I think you should try it, Bethel," Lynn's expression returned to normal, urging him:

"For example, how about writing this trip to Balam as a travel diary? Remove the parts that can't be revealed, and focus on the shrunken Amon and the hardships he suffered. Trust me, your travel diary will be very popular."

Finally, Lynn's true intention was revealed. He wanted to use Mr. Door's hand to spread Amon's miserable condition far and wide.

From this perspective, Lynn was truly steadfast in persecuting Amon.

Realizing Lynn's goal, Mr. Door: ...

Amon, you've really had terrible luck getting on his bad side.

Despite the internal complaints, Bethel Abraham seriously considered the feasibility of such actions.

Though Lynn's suggestions sounded outrageous, considering various facts, Bethel found some rationale in them. And if the target was Amon...

Bethel glanced at Amon not far away, then retracted his gaze.

He didn't actually feel any resistance.

Amon, who overheard everything: ...

Have you all forgotten that I'm still here?

"Of course, we haven't forgotten. I said all this knowing you were here!" Lynn suddenly spoke, clearly aware of the thoughts of a certain unwilling-to-reveal-their-name Angel of Time.

"Hmph..." In response, Amon adjusted his crystal monocle, let out a cold snort, said nothing, and left the deck, evidently not wanting to stay in the same airspace as a certain someone.

Of course, whether the air contained some monocle-wearing avatars was unknown.

(End of Chapter)